Monday Catch-Up #51


So my weekly catch up post was absent last week, a bit like me. In fact it’s been a properly rotten two weeks as I’ve battled my way through what is still unconfirmed but suspected norovirus and at times actually felt like there was no point in carrying on. That sounds dramatic doesn’t it but after days of not sleeping, eating or drinking and still taking about 30 trips to the bathroom in any 24 hour period, I was literally at the end of my tether. There have been tears at 3am and utter despair at whether I would ever get better.

Those of you who have children would say “oh it’s nothing” but the difference is that in amongst the sleepless nights, the sheer exhaustion, you still have that tiny person that you made. There is nothing rewarding about norovirus (or whatever the hell this is), nothing at all. I do owe an apology to buckwheat ricecakes though – having chomped my way through a couple early on in misery and being instantly ill, I thought I was the fount of all knowledge and declared triumphantly that I had the answer and I was allergic to buckwheat, before emptying my cupboards of every last scrap and expecting an instant return to full fitness. Only it was to be 10 days before that happened, and it would get so much worse first.

Slowly though, very slowly, in the second week I did regain a bit more strength day by day and started to feel like eating and drinking again, and do to do something other than watch really crap films – thank goodness for Sky Movies is all I can say. I’m so rarely ill and even when something does conspire to keep me out of the office, I’ll still be pottering about at home, working, putting some washing on, getting on with things. Me and sitting still don’t mesh well together. This time around however I wasn’t even interested in reading, or being online, or anything. I literally just wanted to lie in bed, day after day, and watch TV. I even cried at the end of Fast & Furious 7 – what I can say, the tribute to Paul Walker really threw me off balance and I blubbered like a baby. Definitely sick.

In amongst it all though there has been herb potting and breakfast this weekend in Cafe Rouge in Bromley after I finally ventured out of the house.



The new floor and skirting have been laid in our third bedroom and we’ve moved the sofa bed back in which means a month of climbing over it on the landing to get up to our bedroom in the attic is finally over, yay!


And last but by no means least, finally taking action and actually officially closing down my business – something that’s been on my mind for the past couple of months but was launched just a couple of days ago with a huge sale. You can read all about why I’m closing in this post here, but far from being sad I feel nothing but happiness and relief and that life is about to begin. So much of that is down to the blog and I’m so grateful for all the wonderful opportunities it’s afforded me and look forward with open arms to the future.


Hope you’ve had a lovely week X

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  1. Molly
    June 14, 2016 / 6:16 pm

    Awh, sorry to hear you’ve been so ill, sounds dreadful 🙁 Looks like things are happening in the third bedroom though, onwards and upwards eh – hope next week is a brighter one for you xx

    • Lins
      June 20, 2016 / 10:13 am

      Thank you lovely, it was a delight to get back to normal ways of life last week finally! Xx

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